letters to myself.

i took that thing we did senior year in HS just a little too seriously. so every 5 years i write myself a letter. so far i've met myself being uncanny, too-talkative and melodramatic, spot-on and possibly much too vague. my friend danica was intrigued. so i finally after months of harassment have fished them out of the paper binder bin in the back of my closet. letter 3 can't be opened until summer '09, and i think i should maybe write letters to myself with a little more frequency and maybe with a little more concrete detail. things i ran across and decided to throw out last night: star/planets finder booklet (but no starchart), handfuls of letters from my then BFF kelly who after a time revealed how little she knew me- but all those letters pre-internet, those must have meant something but i reluctantly threw them away circa 94-99 but kept a couple. also thrown away: letters from laudie, kristen, erin, miscellaneous articles about tea, and the crow problems in japan. things saved: letters from matt, letter where i absolotely go postal on ex-friend ethan, an essay on hope written by my brother, report cards, college papers- my favorite quote: "a loose, rough draft, of a very very good paper." hee. i love school. i miss it so. also, beginnings of penelope/mendacious dialoguing circa 2001, dreaded thesis paper i refuse to look at (7 years later), and playbills collected since 1989.

all of this would normally leave me with a swarming sense of pathos, but mainly it's like i've just eaten a good piece of chocolate. i want more, the taste was good but lingering, have too much and you'll get sick, so walk away now while you're satisfied.